The suffocating meeting finally ended sooner than expected.
Not only did Edmund have a lot of work to catch up on after being away from the palace for a whole week, but Primrose also didn’t want things to turn violent if Salem kept talking too much around him.
"I’ll take my leave, Your Majesty," Salem said with a polite bow before walking out of the receiving room.
Edmund stood up from the couch as well, looking a little unsure about leaving his wife alone after being gone for so long.
[What if my wife still misses me?]
Your Majesty, you’re being a little too confident now!
Primrose, honestly, didn’t mind at all if Edmund left her. After all, it wasn’t like they had spent much time alone together anyway.
"I have to go now," Edmund said. "I hope you don’t bother me."
Primrose tilted her head, waiting for the mental scream that would definitely come after he realized how weird that sounded.
[Wait, no! If I say it like that, she’ll think I hate being around her!]
At this point, Primrose might as well open a class called ’How to Talk Kindly and Sweetly to Your Wife 101’ and Edmund would definitely get a zero on the first test.
"Of course, Your Majesty." Primrose lifted her fan and hid half of her face behind it. "I don’t have the courage to bother you."
[See?! She totally misunderstood me!]
[I need to say something else quickly.]
"You can bother me," blurted out Edmund.
Primrose frowned a little. Now he sounded like a king who couldn’t make up his mind. One moment he didn’t want to see his wife, and the next, he was giving her permission to bother him.
Not wanting things to hang in confusion, Primrose gently pushed him to speak more. "I won’t understand what you mean if you don’t make your intentions clear, Your Majesty."
She added, "Can you explain what you meant by that?"
Edmund took a deep breath, trying to find the right words, especially if he wanted to clear up the misunderstanding between them.
After a few long seconds, the awkward Lycan King finally spoke. "I have a lot of work to do today." He paused, then added, "If you distract me ... I won’t be able to finish anything."
[She could just sit quietly in my study, and I’d still be distracted because she’s more interesting than any of my work.]
[And if she talks to me while I’m working? Forget it. Her voice is softer than music, I wouldn’t be able to focus at all.]
Primrose blinked, looking calm on the outside, but inside she was stunned.
Was Edmund really this obsessed with her? Whether it was her body or just her voice, he was clearly falling head over heels.
It was proven that Edmund was truly a pathetic wife-slave deep down in his heart.
"I understand," Primrose said softly, then added, "But why did you say I could bother you?"
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